The delivery men carried the heavy corner section of the sofa up the three front steps.

One of them knocked into the wooden doorframe, and the screen door banged shut behind them.

“Richard took the spare house key off the kitchen rack,” Vance added, taking a little sip from his paper cup.

“He told us nobody comes in without him knowing.

He said you’ve got barracks housing on base anyway.”

“Is Chloe inside?” I asked.

“She’s upstairs measuring the master bedroom for new carpet,” Vance said.

“Dad told her she could pick whatever colors she wants.”